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Bourdj
Hammoud,
37°
C:
On
the
Trail
of
Ottoman
Armenian Treasures Posted
By
Vahe
Tachjian
On
August
2,
2012
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It’s
likely
many
of
you
have
had
this
same
experience:
You
live
far
away
from
your
birthplace, in
a
very
different
social
environment,
and
when
you
get
the
opportunity
to
return,
you
are euphoric
about
the
journey.
Your
imagination
takes
flight,
and
you
begin
to
form
plans
in
your mind—meeting
friends
old
and
new,
visiting
places
known
and
unknown,
eating
delicious authentic
meals.
Then,
you
reach
your
birthplace…and
suddenly
are
faced
with
its
negative aspects
which,
it
seems,
were
set
aside
and
forgotten
in
all
that
enthusiasm.
The
dreadful noise,
indescribable
traffic,
terrible
heat,
damp
air—it
had
slipped
from
your
memory.
At
the end,
you’ve
only
achieved
a
few
of
your
plans
and,
satisfied
with
that
little,
you
return
to
your country
of
residence. It
was
as
if
I
started
my
journey
from Berlin
to
Beirut
with
those
same
initial feelings.
One
of
the
aims
of
my
two­week visit
to
Lebanon
this
summer
was
to
collect materials
remaining
from
the
Ottoman­ Armenian
era
for
the
Houshamdyan website
(www.houshamadyan.org).
Our site
has
been
up
for
over
a
year
and
it
is our
aim—through
articles,
photographs, sound
recordings,
and
other
multimedia tools—to
reconstruct
the
Ottoman­ Armenians’
rich
legacy
of
the
past. This
is
why,
when
I
was
in
Lebanon
last February,
I,
along
with
the
president
of Haigazian
Armenian
University,
Rev.
Paul Haidostian,
and
the
director
of
Haigazian’s ‘If
only
you’d
come
here
a
few
years
earlier.
I Armenian
Diaspora
Research
Center, threw
away
a
lot
of
papers
and
other Antranik
Dakessian,
decided
to
organize
a photographs.’ three­day
event
in
the
Armenian Evangelical
Shamlian­Tatigian
Secondary School
in
Bourdj
Hammoud
in
the
summer.
It
was
to
be
a
collaborative
event
between
the Houshamadyan
Association
and
Haigazian
University.
Our
group
would,
beginning
in
the morning,
wait
for
local
Armenians
to
meet
us,
bringing
items
linked
to
their
memories.
We would
photograph
these
materials
and
return
them
to
their
owners.
To
generate
interest
in
the event,
we
printed
and
flyers
that
were
distributed
through
the
Armenian
churches
and
schools. Elke
Hartmann
(my
wife
and
the
chair
of
the
Houshamadyan
Association)
and
I
would
also
give two
lectures
on
the
subject
of
our
website
and
project. This
was
our
plan
for
when
we
reached
Lebanon.
We
were
excited
by
the
initiative,
and
had already
pinned
our
hopes
on
it.
We
had
forgotten
the
other
realities
of
the
country—the unstable
political
situation,
the
terrible
heat
and
dampness,
the
many
effects
of
the
war
in Syria,
the
economic
situation.
And
we
felt
their
oppressive
presence
in
those
few
days
in Lebanon.
The
contradiction
was
obvious:
We
had
come
on
the
trail
of
the
recent
and
distant past
of
the
Lebanese
Armenians,
when
at
that
same
time,
the
present
state
of
the
country
and its
people
was
not
very
bright. It
is
July
5,
and
the
day
of
our
first
big
disappointment.
Elke
and
I
are
to
give
a
lecture
on Houshamadyan
in
Beirut’s
Haigazian
University.
But
we
aren’t
able
to
project
our
website
on the
screen
set
up
in
the
hall.
The
reason?
The
whole
of
Lebanon
has
been
having
trouble
with the
internet
for
the
last
two
days
and
it
has
stopped
working
altogether.
So
we
are
going
to speak
without
being
able
to
show
the
website
live.
The
positive
side
is
that
over
50
people
are there,
and
are
listening
to
our
lecture
with
interest.
The
same
lecture
is
repeated
a
few
days later
in
Bourdj
Hammoud,
in
the
Armenian
Catholic
Mesrobian
School
hall.
The
same
number
of people
are
present,
with
the
same
level
of
interest.
Future
TV’s
Armenian
department
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Radio
Sevan
also
conduct
interviews
with
us. All
this
has
happened
to
prepare
the
atmosphere
for the
real
day,
the
10 th
of
July—that
is,
the
day
when the
event
in
the
Shamlian­Tatigian
is
due
to
start. That
Monday
morning
is
extremely
hot.
We
have
to
go from
Antelias
to
Bourdj
Hammoud.
We’ve
had
another disappointment
the
previous
evening,
when
we
heard that
the
main
road
along
the
coast,
which
is
the
only way
there,
is
going
to
be
closed
because
of
a demonstration
at
the
road
junction.
Under
these circumstances
it
will
be
impossible
to
reach
Bourdj Hammoud
before
mid­day.
But
the
demonstration doesn’t
take
place,
and
we
get
to
Bourdj
Hammoud
at the
right
time. The
school’s
directors
have
assigned
a
nice
room
to
us, and
Antranik
Dakessian
is
already
seated.
Two
female student
volunteers,
Sanahin
and
Arin,
quickly
join
us. On
the
final
day,
Lory
and
Shogher,
other
volunteers, are
also
going
to
work
with
us.
The
first
“customers” aren’t
late,
and
bring
with
them
the
first
treasures
of memory.
Among
them
is
a
small
bell,
a
toy
that
had belonged
to
a
little
girl
from
Marash.
She
had
taken
it with
her
on
the
road
to
exile
and
brought
it
as
far
as Lebanon,
where
it
is
still
kept
by
her
family’s descendants.
There
is
also
a
Bible
brought
from
Sis. We
photograph
the
first
objects
and
scan
the photographs
with
enthusiasm,
then
return
them
to their
owners.

It
is
a
rich
treasure,
containing
many things
from
the
19th
century,
all
of them
beautifully
looked
after:
old photographs;
land
deeds
(tapu);
a family
tree
starting
in
1654;
a wedding
dress
from
Harpout;
a
silver belt
from
Van;
a
woman’s
cap,
with
its various
ornaments;
a
silk
skirt
from Harpout;
a
scarf;
a
printed
cloth;
a baptismal
box.

It
is
already
mid­day.
The
temperature
is
37°
C. Although
we
have
three
electric
fans
in
our
room,
we are
hot
and
sweating.
How
can
we
stand
this
Bourdj Hammoud
summer
dampness?
Only
the
members
of our
group
remain
in
the
room.
We
are
convinced
that
it
will
be
a
rest
period
for
us.
I
am already
working
out
in
my
mind
which
shop
I
will
go
to
and
which
tasty
sandwich
I
will
order.
I still
haven’t
decided
between
a
sujukh
or
chicken
with
garlic
sandwich.
I
have
missed
both
very much.
At
this
moment
Dzovig,
followed
by
Garo,
enter
the
room.
Both
are
friends.
When
they see
our
“inactivity,”
they
immediately
get
out
their
cellphones,
and
begin
phoning
friends, asking
if
they
know
anyone
who
might
have
items
of
interest.
They
find
three
or
four
people, and
hand
the
phone
over
to
me
so
that
we
can
discuss
how
to
see
the
items. Time
passes.
I’m
forced
to
forget
tasty
sandwiches.
An
old
lady,
Mrs.
V.A.,
enters
the
room, walking
quickly
with
a
flyer
in
hand.
Her
family
is
from
Sis;
she
has
lived
her
whole
life
in
the New
Sis
quarter
of
Bourdj
Hammoud.
She
is
taciturn.
She’s
brought
two
wonderful photographs
with
her:
One
is
of
her
entire
family
in
Sis,
and
the
other
is
of
her
mother,
with her
two
sisters,
photographed
in
Adana.
We
ask
her
the
usual
questions
concerning
the identity
of
the
people
in
the
photographs,
scanning
them
at
the
same
time.
Many
of
the
people appearing
in
the
photographs
were
killed
in
1915;
Mrs.
V.A.
is
named
after
one
of
those innocent
victims.
The
others
emigrated
to
Argentina
and
Brazil
after
the
end
of
the
First
World War.
We
have
the
impression
that
it
is
difficult
for
Mrs.
V.A.
to
talk
about
all
this
again.
She hurries
to
leave.
We
quickly
try
to
return
the
photographs.
“What
am
I
going
to
do
from
now on?
You
keep
them,”
she
replies.
We
are
dumbstruck,
and
cannot
even
utter
a
word
of
thanks. She
leaves
with
the
same
quick
steps…
We
look
at
one
another;
it
is
an
emotional
moment
for all
of
us.
Two
photographs,
two
fragments,
remain
on
the
table,
surrounded
by
all
of
us,
while their
owner
has
left,
never
to
return.
It
seems
that
Mrs.
V.A.
had
been
waiting
for
us
for
years, for
this
moment,
to
give
us
these
family
relics
and…leave. Fortunately
Shogher
and
Movses
arrive
a
little
while
later
and
extricate
us
from
the
oppressive situation.
Both
of
them
are
friends
of
the
Houshamadyan
website;
originally
from
Lebanon, they
now
live
in
Brussels,
Belgium.
They
have
brought
with
them
Movses’s
mother’s
family’s (Garoian)
family
album,
rich
with
photographs
taken
in
Beylan
and
Kirik
Khan
in
the
1920’s and
1930’s.
Movses
has
also
brought
various
articles
belonging
to
the
Garoians.
Both
these places
were
part
of
the
sandjak
of
Alexandretta
(now
called
Hatay);
the
entire
area
only became
part
of
Turkey
in
1939.
The
Garoians,
like
thousands
of
other
Armenians,
left
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ancestral
homes
and
re­established
themselves
in
Lebanon.
Movses
personally
tries
to
give
the details
of
the
photographs.
It
proves
to
be
a
difficult
task.
His
cellphone
comes
to
his
aid
several times,
as
he
uses
it
to
talk
with
his
elderly
aunt
(his
mother’s
sister)
and
ask
for
clarification
of various
details.
It
is
obvious
that
the
explanations
don’t
satisfy
Movses,
who
had
decided
that all
of
the
album’s
“secrets”
should
be
passed
on
to
us.
Disappointed
with
his
aunt,
he
makes another
call
and
this
time,
in
a
decisive
voice,
says,
“What’s
mother
doing?
Bring
her
here.”
A short
time
later
his
mother
arrives.
She
is
younger
than
her
sister,
comparatively
speaking,
but succeeds
in
naming
the
people
in
the
photographs,
as
well
as
adding
personal
recollections.
It
is possible,
through
the
Garoians’
personal
album,
to
reconstruct
the
life
of
an
ordinary
family: marriage,
birth,
picnics,
family
events,
then
the
sad
times
of
exile,
the
beginning
of
a
new
life in
Lebanon. Our
next
appointment
is
on
July
12.
It
is
going
to
be
a
very
full
day.
People
arrive
bringing
with them
photographs
from
Malatya,
Adana,
Marash,
Urfa,
Nigde,
Kayseri.
One
brings
a
Bible
in Turkish,
with
the
text
in
the
Armenian
alphabet,
that
was
printed
in
Istanbul;
its
owner brought
it
from
Marash.
B.E.
also
arrives;
he
is
a
friend
and
hands
us
five
old
photographs,
one of
which
shows
two
Armenian
soldiers
in
Ottoman
Army
uniform.
B.E.
gifts
us
all
of
the photographs
and
adds,
“If
only
you’d
come
here
a
few
years
earlier.
I
threw
away
a
lot
of papers
and
other
photographs.”
We
are
amazed,
but
have
heard
similar
stories
of
things thrown
away
over
the
last
few
days.
In
the
case
of
B.E.,
at
least
a
few
photographs
were saved.
Then
I
meet
Mrs.
S.
She
is
carrying
a
bag
and
somewhat
hesitantly
says,
“I’m
not
sure that
these
will
interest
you,
but
have
a
look
at
them.”
There,
rolled
up
in
the
bag,
are
over
40 thick
papers.
I
take
one
out
and
listen
to
her
stories
at
the
same
time.
Her
grandfather
had been
the
owner
of
a
carpet
factory
in
Kayseri.
When
they
were
exiled
from
the
city,
he
took
the carpet
weaving
patterns
and
prototypes
with
him.
Now
they
are
in
my
hands,
wonderful
relics of
an
ancient
craft.
Many
different
patterns
of
eastern
carpets
are
drawn
beautifully,
in
color, on
these
thick
pieces
of
paper.
We
could
consider
our
day’s
work
to
be
satisfactory
with
just these,
but
in
the
afternoon
another
delightful
surprise
awaits
us. The
temperature
has
again
risen
to
37°
C.
These
are
the
hottest
hours
in
Bourdj
Hammoud.
A taxi
enters
the
schoolyard.
A
small
woman
emerges
from
the
sun­drenched
taxi,
bathed
in perspiration,
and
says,
“Come
and
help
me.
This
heat
will
make
us
mad,
but
I’ve
come
for Houshamadyan…”
All
of
us
stand
around
her.
The
trunk
of
the
taxi
opens
and
we
take
out
a large
traveling
suitcase,
which
we
bring
into
our
workroom.
We
are
to
spend
the
next
few hours,
until
evening,
with
Mrs.
H.Kh.
and
the
treasures
she
has
brought.
She
had
heard
about us
from
people
around
her,
had
collected
the
legacy
left
by
her
forefathers
who
lived
in Kharpert,
added
other
things
obtained
from
neighbors
and
relatives,
and
brought
them
all
to our
Bourdj
Hammoud
center.
It
is
a
rich
treasure,
containing
many
things
from
the
19 th century,
all
of
them
beautifully
looked
after:
old
photographs;
land
deeds
(tapu); a
family
tree starting
in
1654;
a
wedding
dress
from
Harpout;
a
silver
belt
from
Van;
a
woman’s
cap,
with
its various
ornaments;
a
silk
skirt
from
Harpout;
a
scarf;
a
printed
cloth;
a
baptismal
box. The
third
day
is,
by
now,
a
usual
one;
we
look
at
the
remains
of
treasures.
Mrs
A.F.
donates two
cloth
dresses
left
from
her
mother’s
dowry,
who
was
born
in
Sis.
Among
the
things brought
to
us
was
an
Armenian’s
graduation
certificate
from
St.
Paul’s
College
in
Darson (Tarsus)
about
60
cm.
(2
ft.)
long;
a
spice
mill
from
Tomarza;
and
copper
vessels
from
Beylan, Urfa,
and
Sis.
We
receive,
as
a
gift,
a
scarf
made
in
Gürün.
All
of
these
things
have
their
micro­ histories.
We
record
every
detail
of
them.
It
is
possible,
through
the
stories
of
a
belt,
a
scarf,
a wedding
dress,
a
photograph,
or
a
Bible,
to
reconstruct
the
movement
through
time
of
a
whole family
and—why
not—that
of
a
village,
town
or
community.
Clearly
each
item
has
the
passage of
life
in
it,
a
family
history,
whose
roots
extend
back
to
its
ancestral
homeland.
Then
the
Great Crime
(Medz Yeghern)
took
place
and
the
articles,
with
their
owners,
moved
away;
many
of
the owners
were
killed,
while
others,
like
them,
survived
and
finally
settled
in
Lebanon. Our
three­day­long
endeavor
has
ended.
We
say
goodbye
to
Bourdj
Hammoud
and
Lebanon, and
decide
to
repeat
our
initiative
in
the
near
future.
Our
first
attempt
to
find
Ottoman­ Armenian
treasures
is
a
success.
Not
only
have
we
collected
various
materials,
but
have
also succeeded
in
awakening
the
idea
of
finding
such
legacies,
and
realizing
their
importance, among
many
people.
We
are
convinced
that
in
a
place
like
Lebanon
(the
same
can
certainly
be said
for
Syria)
one
relic
from
an
ancestral
home
can
be
found
in
almost
every
family. Many
might
say
that
that
this
initiative
should
have
happened
decades
ago.
Yes,
we
agree!
But our
three­day
experience
is
enough
to
convince
us
that
it
is
still
not
too
late.
Hidden
treasures still
exist.
We
must
excavate
them,
invite
their
owners
to
understand
what
they
are,
list
them, digitize
their
images,
record
each
of
their
stories,
and
find
ways
of
preserving
these
materials
to immortalize
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After
leaving
Lebanon,
we
hear
that
the
temperature
has
reached
40°
C,
that
the
continuing war
in
Syria
has
become
fiercer,
that
thousands
of
refugees
have
flooded
into
Lebanon.
The treasures
that
we
sought
are
still
there,
with
many
Lebanese­Armenian
families.
At
the
same time,
we
know
the
process
of
throwing
things
away
continues,
and
perhaps
other
disasters
will annihilate
these
treasures
that
symbolize
the
history
of
the
Ottoman­Armenians—our forefathers—once
and
for
all. Translated from Armenian by Ara Stepan Melkonian

11
Comments
To
"Bourdj
Hammoud,
37°
C:
On
the
Trail
of Ottoman
Armenian
Treasures" #1
Comment
By
Sheri
On
August
2,
2012
@
10:04
am Thank
you
for
doing
this
critical
work.
Your
website
is
a
great
resource
and
beautifully
done.
We need
more
Armenians
to
put
time
to
such
efforts.
It
is
even
more
important
that
Armenians know
where
they
can
send
letters,
old
books
and
family
bibles,
photographs,
film
and
audio recordings,
artwork,
diaries,
and
other
old
hand­me­downs
that
belonged
to
their
grandparents. Even
if
we
cannot
read
what
we
find
(because
it
is
in
Turkish,
Armenian,
etc.)
someone
can. Several
Armenian
family
members
and
friends
have
translated
letters
and
photo
inscriptions and
even
parts
of
books
for
me.
In
the
US
we
have
Project
SAVE
for
old
photos
and
there
are
a few
Armenian
Museums
and
libraries
(including
those
at
Columbia
University,
University
of Michigan,
Tufts,
University
of
Southern
California). #2
Comment
By
Krikor
On
August
2,
2012
@
11:29
am Thank
you
for
the
wonderful
and
difficult
job
“Houshamadyan”
is
doing.Thank
you
Hazar shnorhagaloutyunner
!!!I
love
it. #3
Comment
By
Garo
Derounian
On
August
2,
2012
@
2:08
pm I
was
very
happy
to
meet
Houshamadyan
and
Haygazian
teem
in
Bourj
Hamoud,
and
to
share with
them
my
ancestors
“treasures”,
like
the
small
bell
,that
Vahe
mentioned,
a
toy
that
had belonged
to
a
little
girl
from
Marash.
and
brought
to
Lebanon
(belonged
to
my
grand
mother). #4
Comment
By
Perouz
On
August
2,
2012
@
8:57
pm When
the
Houshamdyan
newsletter
arrives
in
my
mail­box,
I
make
a
cup
of
tea,
and everything
else
in
my
life
goes
on
hold
until
I
have
read
every
single
word
and
looked
at
every single
photo.
It
is
such
a
joy
to
receive
it.
They
have
promised
me
that
they
will
eventually
put out
a
coffee­table
book.
I
can
hardly
wait! Sheri,
thanks
for
this
additional,
very
valuable
information.
I
have
a
stack
of
old
recordings,
my father’s
books
from
the
30s,
and
wonder
of
wonders,
I
actually
have
my
grandmother’s
sterling silver
wedding
belt.
It
is
all
hand­
made,
exquisitely
engraved
with
pictures
of
buildings.
How she
ever
managed
to
save
it
is
beyond
me.
Her
husband
was
a
doctor
in
Kharput,
and
he
was murdered
right
at
the
beginning
of
the
genocide.
After
the
genocide,
she
married
my grandfather,
whose
wife
had
also
been
murdered.
She
was
the
only
grandmother
I
knew.
Her name
was
Kghetsig,
and
she
was,
as
her
name
says,
very
beautiful.
She
had
three
small children,
one
a
very
young
baby.
When
the
forced
deportations
started,
her
mother
took
the baby.
My
grandmother
never
saw
them
again.
She
carried
one
child
and
led
the
other
by
the hand.
One
of
her
little
girls
died
of
starvation
in
her
arms;
her
body
was
left
in
a
ditch
by
the side
of
the
road.
She
lost
her
other
small
daughter
during
the
atrocities
of
the
death
march. Some
years
after
the
genocide,
the
Red
Cross
found
her
lost
daughter,
Shamiram.
She
had
a very
unique
strawberry­red
birthmark
that
identified
her.
A
Kurdish
family
with
several
children of
their
own
had
found
Shamiram
and
taken
her
in
as
one
of
their
own.
She
was
8
years
old when
the
Red
Cross
arrived
to
return
her
to
her
birth
mother.
She
remembered
no
other family
except
the
Kurdish
one
that
had
taken
her
in.
She
screamed
and
fought
as
the
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Cross
pried
her
from
her
adoptive
mother’s
arms.
All
the
children
in
the
family
threw
stones and
pulled
at
the
skirts
of
the
Red
Cross
women,
as
they
removed
the
hysterical
child
away from
the
only
mother
she
knew.
When
Shamiram
was
in
her
80s,
I
remember
her
sitting quietly,
her
hands
folded
in
her
lap,
unbidden
tears
running
silently
down
her
face,
as
she
said to
me,
“I
wonder
if
they
remembered
me
after
I
was
gone.
I
wonder
if
they
missed
me.
I remember
them
all.
I
remember
them
still” This
is
the
story
that
goes
with
my
grandmother’s
wedding
belt. #5
Comment
By
gregory
ketabgian
On
August
3,
2012
@
12:58
pm Great
story,
I
forgot
how
humid
it
was
in
Beirut
in
the
summers.
I
was
most
fascinated
with the
diploma
from
Tarsus
St.
Paul
college
(Diplom
of
Haydostian).
I
have
been
collecting information
about
it
and
on
Thomas
Christie
who
was
the
president
of
the
school
and
great benefactor
of
Armenians
in
the
region.
His
signature
is
still
legible
on
the
diploma.
I
am
in
the process
of
writing
an
article
about
him,
hopefully
someone
will
be
interested
in
publishing
it. Gregory
Ketabgian. #6
Comment
By
virginia
melidosian
On
August
5,
2012
@
2:05
pm I
AM
SOOOOO
HAPPY
TO
SEE
THAT
WE
ARMENIANS
WHO
CONSIDER
OURSELVES
ONE
FAMILY, HAVE
NEVER
GIVEN
UP–T­H­A­N­K­S
TO
ALL
THE
GENERATIONS
OF
ARMENIANS
THAT
HAVE COME
FORTH
TO
LET
THE
WORLD
KNOW
OF
OUR
MANY,
MANY
HORRIBLE
HAPPENINGS
TO
US BY
THE
TURKISH
GOVT…YES,
WE
HAVE
SURVIVED
–
JUSTICE,
NO
MATTER
HOW
SLOW,
WILL HAPPEN….AT
81,
I
CONTINUE
TO
HELP
WHENEVER
I
CAN. #7
Comment
By
Armineh
Haladjian
On
August
5,
2012
@
4:49
pm Very
important
work
being
done
by
Houshamadian
and
Vahe
Tachjian.
I
have
also
left
Bourdj­ Hammoud
long
time
ago
but
have
not
forgotten
the
heat
and
the
dampness.
Would
love
to cooperate.
Any
plans
to
come
to
Yerevan?
Or
I
can
send
photos
of
what
I
possess…
Please
let me
know!! #8
Comment
By
Bedros
Zerdelian
On
August
5,
2012
@
5:31
pm Congratulations,
very
impressive
and
wonderful
work. Please
keep
contact
with
PROJECT
SAVE Director
Ruth
Thomasian Tel:
617­923­4542 Fax:
617­924­0434 E­mail:
archives@projectsave.org http://www.projectsave.org You
can
work
together
as
a
team. God
bless
your
mission. #9
Comment
By
Silvina
Der­Meguerditchian
On
August
6,
2012
@
6:36
am Dear
Armineh
Haladjian,
in
name
of
houshamadyan
thank
you
very
much
for
your
comments. For
the
moment
we
have
no
plans
to
come
to
Yerevan
at
the
short
term.
But
we
are
working developping
different
possibilities
for
later.
We
will
be
very
glad
to
get
the
high
resolution
fotos of
the
objects
you
have.
(I’m
the
art
director
of
the
houshamadyan
homepage)
if
it’s
possible, the
best
is
to
fotograf
with
natural
light
and
with
a
simple
background
as
one
colour
wall. Dear
Peruz,
thank
you
so
much
for
your
commets,
this
are
really
rewarding
words.
please
send us
a
picture
of
that
gorgeus
belt,
we
would
love
to
include
it
in
our
digital
tressors. We
are
counting
on
the
efforts
of
the
individuals
and
institutions
of
the
WHOLE
WORLD
that are
inspired
to
send
the
materials
that
are
feeding
our
homepage. Please
contribute
to
our
project
sending
the
pictures
to
houshamadyan@gmail.com
or
if
you armenianweekly.com/2012/08/02/…/print/

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like
to
donate
originals
for
our
archives
to
our
office
adress: Houshamadyan
e.
V. Berliner
Str.
100 D­13189
Berlin #10
Comment
By
Silvina
Der­Meguerditchian
On
August
8,
2012
@
6:20
am Dear
Armineh
Haladjian,
in
name
of
houshamadyan
thank
you
very
much
for
your
comments. For
the
moment
we
have
no
plans
to
come
to
Yerevan
at
the
short
term.
But
we
are
working developping
different
possibilities
for
later.
We
will
be
very
glad
to
get
the
high
resolution
fotos of
the
objects
you
have.
(I’m
the
art
director
of
the
houshamadyan
homepage)
if
it’s
possible, the
best
is
to
fotograf
with
natural
light
and
with
a
simple
background
as
one
colour
wall. #11
Comment
By
Silvina
Der­Meguerditchian
On
August
8,
2012
@
6:21
am Dear
Peruz,
thank
you
so
much
for
your
commets,
this
are
really
rewarding
words.
please
send us
a
picture
of
that
gorgeus
belt,
we
would
love
to
include
it
in
our
digital
tressors.
See
the deatils
in
my
comment
down!

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Article about the roadshow that Houshamadyan did in July 2012 in Beirut to collect objects and photographies for the archives

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Article about the roadshow that Houshamadyan did in July 2012 in Beirut to collect objects and photographies for the archives

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